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Chapter 22

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I really didn't want anyone to know about this, but I guess eventually they were gonna ask.

"I was bullied when I was younger, so I don't like to see other people getting bullied," I said.

I was hoping that would be enough, but short answers are never good enough for Blake and DJ. They like to know the whole story.

"Okay, but there's more to it than that because you were really pissed. Soooo tell us," he said.

I sighed because I knew he would never let this go.

"Okay. When I was in the seventh grade I joined the marching band and there was this girl in color guard named Alana; she hated me because I friends with all the guys she ever liked. S-"

"Wait," DJ interrupted, "you were in band? What instrument?"

"Snare drum."

"Nice. Okay continue."

"Well before I started the eighth grade, my aunt died and I took it really hard because we were close. I gained a shit ton of weight and now she had a reason to make fun of me. I was very insecure, but didn't talk to anyone about it. She used to tell me 'God hates fat people' and 'you should just kill yourself; one less fat person on this earth' and all this shit really got to me. I started cutting and starved myself. And whenever I did eat, I would just throw it up. This went on for two years without anyone knowing. One day I decided I just wanted to end it all, so I just took a whole bottle of pills. I was unconscious when my mom found me lying on the floor. They rushed me to the hospital and they pumped my stomach. My family wanted me to go to rehab, so I did, then I made the decision to go back to school. I wouldn't want anyone to have to go through that, and that's why I defended Jennifer the way I did."

I tried so hard not to cry, but the tears fell anyway. I hated showing emotion because I always felt stupid. Blake just pulled me close and held me. This is why I didn't wanna tell them.

"I'm sorry DJ," I said wiping my face.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I made you tell the story," he said sounding upset.

I needed to cheer up because now the mood's really depressing.

"Dance with me," I said grabbing Blake's hand.

We got on the dance floor and slow danced. I put my head on his chest and he kissed the top of my head. We danced a little more before sitting back down. Right as we sat down our food came out, but before we ate, a lady came to our table and asked me a question.

"¿Es tu novio?" she asked with a smile.

"No, no es mi novio," I said back.

"Ustedes harían una linda pareja," she said smiling then walked off.

"You speak Spanish?" Blake asked with his eyebrow raised.

"A little."

"What'd she say?" DJ asked.

"She asked if Blake was my boyfriend; I told her no and she said we would be a cute couple," I explained.

Blake looked at me and smirked. I just laughed silently because I knew what he was thinking.

"Anyway! Yall I'm leaving in two weeks. Are yall gonna miss me?" I asked.

"Oh my god, what am I gonna do without you?" Monique blurted out.

"Everything's gonna be so boring when you leave," DJ said.

I looked over at Blake, who was being quiet.

"What's wrong?" I asked putting my hand on his.

"I wish you didn't have to go," he said.

"Yeah, I wish you could stay," Monique said. She looked so sad.

"It's not like yall will never see me again; I'll be back," I said trying to cheer them up.

"When?" they all said together.

"I don't know yet," I said, "but we still have two weeks together, so let's just enjoy it."

We paid and left the restaurant. Monique went back to the room to call Troy and I don't even know where Blake was. Me and DJ decided to just walk around. We saw a street vendor selling sombreros, so I bought one for me and one for him.

"So do you plan on having birthday sex tonight?" I asked nudging him.

"With who?" he said looking at me.

"Well I can't, but Monique's available," I said laughing.

"What about Troy?" he laughed back.

"Fuck him."

He laughed a little at what I said. I don't really condone cheating, I was just talking reckless. And like I said, I can't stand Troy. We both got quiet for a while, but DJ started to say something.

"So," he started, "what are you and Blake gonna do when you leave?"

I stopped walking when he asked that. I hadn't really thought that through. I just stood there thinking about what would happen between us when I leave.

"Bri?" DJ said snapping me out of it.


"What are yall gonna do?"

"I don't know."

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